They waited for her; the Tetris Queen. Fabled for her impeccable reflexes, her excellent timing. Hers was a talent not unlike those of a child prodigy, as if she were born with those blocks around her. The boys that coveted her title also feared her skill; ridiculous fears based on the prowess of a harmless game. Yes, they all anticipated her arrival like that of true sovereignty. And she did arrive to her subjects.
But this time was so very different from the others. There was no game face. There was no competition in her eyes. There was no was no ferocity in her gait. Hers was a soft stride into a building half cheering at her entrance, the other half confused by her new gentle manner.
Regardless of what they may feel, the game began. Machines lined several rows, all occupied by the boys who scrambled to make the pieces fit. She did not. She held the joystick in one hand, other hand ran smooth circles around the button with a finger; but she never moved a single block. So many watched in horror as blocks fell uncontrolled, unaffected, never forming their straight lines. And they all asked why...
Why not? It ends the same way; I thought I'd try something new.
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